Chapter 129 Teacher Fang, who can write and dance
Early in the morning, No. 26, Yonghegong Street.
“What do you think?”
Shi Tiesheng twirled his fingers and looked at Fang Yan.
I saw him holding his copy of "Autumn Memories" and looking at it for a long time without saying a word until he clapped his hands and shouted:
"Okay!"
"How good is it?"
"Very good, Tiesheng, look at my eyes."
Fang Yan raised his head and pointed. Eyes.
Shi Tiesheng noticed that his eyes were slightly red, and he had a different feeling in his heart. "Autumn Missing" is about maternal love, his own confession, and the regret of "the son wants to be raised but cannot be raised by her".
Fang Yan said extremely seriously: "I think your piece is comparable to Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back". A father's love and a mother's love are both hymns to the love of parents all over the world."
"Even if you take me and I am very happy to be compared with Mr. Zhu Ziqing, but I still passed. How can it be compared with "Back"
Shi Tiesheng laughed excitedly.
“Believe me, when this essay is published, there will definitely be many readers who have the same idea as me.” Fang Yan put the manuscript away solemnly, “The chrysanthemums in Yuanmingyuan Park have been blooming recently, do you want me to take them with you? You go and take a look?”
“I’d better wait until the essay is published”
Shi Tiesheng said: "I will go to Beihai Park then."
"When the chrysanthemums bloom in Beihai, I recommend you to go and have a look."
Fang Yan made an agreement with him and then left the yard .
The small alley not far from Shi Tiesheng's house was still crowded with people. When I asked, I found out that the room exchange station was there.
These days, the housing management departments in each district have set up house exchange stations to register houses to be exchanged with various needs, and most private house exchange meetings are basically held near the house exchange stations.
In a crowd, there are usually three types of people.
One is the individual residents who request to transfer housing, and the other is the staff in each system unit, who are looking for employees in their own units. If a complete courtyard house appears, they will report to their superiors to ask whether they want to buy it. Reserve it for future allocation of housing to employees.
The last one is the early intermediary broker.
In jargon, it is also called "pulling a room with Xian'er".
They were either workers who were suspended without pay, or unemployed educated youths. Dialect made it clear to them that as long as they wanted a complete courtyard house, they asked these people to ask around and search for houses.
As for myself, I went to Yuanmingyuan Park leisurely.
The hospitality is hard to deny. In order to celebrate the drama team’s victory in the Yanda Art Performance, Bai Ruoxue and others arranged to have a picnic here.
Fang Hong, Fang Yan, and even Han Yuemin are also there.
Han Yuemin was setting up a stall to support the opening of the business. He planned to treat guests and thank them properly. The reason for this in dialect was very simple.
In addition to spending time with his family, Teacher Fang can’t just enjoy it after having been creating for so long!
"Teacher Fang, did I hear it correctly?"
When Bai Ruoxue and others heard the good news brought by dialect, they were all surprised and happy. The drama they adapted from "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" can actually Recommended to China Youth Art Theater.
Moreover, if they get good rankings in the National College Student Drama Performance, they can even perform directly in the theater.
“Do you have confidence?”
Fang Yan glanced at everyone.
"Yes!"
Seeing Bai Ruoxue and Tang Shengnan's high fighting spirit, Qiu Peining turned her attention to Fang Yan again, and saw him asking again:
"When will the national competition be held?"< br>
"It will be during the National Day in October." Bai Ruoxue replied.
Fang Yan nodded, "This is a good time to choose. Friday and Saturday are off, and there is a Sunday in a row. Three days is enough for the participating college drama teams from all over the country to make a round trip."
"Teacher Fang, will you come to see our performance then?"
The members of the drama team are all eagerly looking forward to it.
Fang Yan waved his hand and finished the theoretical articles such as "World Drama System" and "Performing Art System". Next, he will use this National Day to plan a business trip to western Hunan to do some on-the-spot research. "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" is completely completed.
“Alas.”
Hearing this, everyone looked disappointed and regretful.
"Papa."
Fang Yan clapped his hands and said a few words of comfort, "It's rare for everyone to gather here today, so don't waste such a wonderful time. Eat, play, and dance as much as you want. Let’s dance!”
Although it was strictly forbidden to hold events in public places last year, the control has been gradually relaxed, as long as it’s not too blatant.
As a result, the major parks in Yanjing were bustling with activity.
Among them, the most famous one is the Sunday dance in Yuanmingyuan Park. Young people came here carrying the dual-card tape recorders that their families bought at a great price, and openly played all kinds of foreign disco music. , drink beer, twerk, and release hormones with foreigners and foreign students who have no taboos.
Regardless of whether we know each other or not, regardless of skin color, hair color, or eye color, as long as we dance disco, everyone is friends.
Men and women, swaying all over, wearing bell-bottom pants, toad glasses, and loafers, danced and instantly attracted the attention of passers-by. Dynamic music was playing on the radio.
“Sunny!”
“yesterdaymylifewasfilledwithrain.”
“Sunny!”
"Yousmiledatmeandreallyeasedthepain."
"Oh, thedarkdaysaregone."
"Thebrightdaysarehere..."
The crowd of onlookers was obviously more than the number of people dancing at the end.
Including workers in khaki uniforms. They enjoyed watching it and were full of envy, but they were too timid to try it.
"This song is so nice." "Yanzi, do you know what song this is?"
Watching Fang Yan jumping up and down, Fang Hong turned to look at Fang Yan.
“Sunny.”
Fang Yan answered straightforwardly.
Disco can't avoid the Louis Brothers and BoneyM. BoneyM, a famous West German disco group, has a series of dance songs, such as "Babylon River", "Gotta Go Home", and "Sunny", which is also the ending theme of the movie "Yangtze River No. 7".
“I didn’t expect Teacher Fang to know this song too!”
Bai Ruoxue was holding an ice cream popsicle in her hand, followed by a group of people who looked familiar to her, including foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes. .
Before Fang Yan could open his mouth, this man with yellow hair and white hair who looked a bit like Matt Damon came up to him and took the initiative to say hello:
"Teacher Fang, hello, my name is 'Mike'"
A mouthful of Mandarin with a Beijing flavor made Fang Yan raise his eyebrows.
Subsequently, Mike said that he had a Chinese name and his surname was "Bai". He could be called "Mike" or "Mike Bai" and he was from California, USA.
“This is Yoko Suzuki, from Kyoto, Japan.”
“This is Yui Hashimoto, from Tokyo, Japan.”
“…………”< br>
Bai Ruoxue introduced the dialects in turn. They were all foreign students studying in the Chinese Department of Yenching University. They were from Japan, West Germany, the United States, the United Kingdom, and Belgium, but most of them were from Japan and the United States.
At this time, they are still in the honeymoon stage.
“Nice to meet you.”
Dialect greeted one by one, the men shaking hands and the women nodding.
"Teacher Fang, I like your "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" very much, especially the language, which is very clean and concise."
Yoko Suzuki took out pen and paper and asked for signatures.
"Maybe it's because I don't know many words."
Fang Yan said in a joking tone.
“Nani?!”
Yoko Suzuki blurted out in shock.
"Teacher Fang is joking."
Bai Ruoxue shook her head and laughed, and then patiently explained to her.
Watching them communicate fluently, Dialect was surprised:
“Do you still understand Japanese?”
“Just like Teacher Fang knows a little bit about drama, so do I. I know a little bit about Japanese.”
Bai Ruoxue smiled, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.
With the help of her translator, Dialect communicated with this group of international students without language barriers.
Among them, the one who talked most actively was Mike. He was not interested in the love between men and women, but he was very fascinated by spy war literature. He enjoyed the conversation and then extended an invitation:
"Teacher Fang, Can you dance?"
Bai Ruoxue once again heard the familiar mantra in dialect, "Only a little bit."
"It's okay, I can teach you."
In front of everyone, Mike showed off his skills in break dancing, cleaning glass, and pulling ropes. He was particularly skilled.
That’s it?
Fang Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard that he called himself "California Dance King".
In the interlude melody of "Gotta Go Home", I raised my feet and performed a moon dance in an understatement.
At this time, Michael Jackson on the other side of the ocean had not yet started singing "Billy King", and moonwalking had not become popular around the world.
Looking at the unheard of dance steps, Mike's eyes widened. It was clear that Dialect was walking, but he had a magical illusion of moving backward.
"Oh, buy it!!"
"..."
Bai Ruoxue, Qiu Peining and others looked at each other, and all turned their attention to "Fang" who was dancing to the beat. teacher".
I saw him dancing for a while and then stopped, and the shocked people immediately swarmed up to him.
Mike's face was filled with excitement. The "California Dance King" was convinced by the dialect dance he just performed.
"There is a saying in China, 'There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world'. Today I finally understand what it means."
"I didn't expect that you can not only write, but also dance so well."
Qiu Peining said what Bai Ruoxue, Suzuki Yoko and others wanted to say. Teacher Fang is really good at writing and dancing!
"Just dance, I haven't danced for a long time."
Fang Yan smiled and sighed, "I'm all rusty."
"Teacher Fang."
Mike asked What kind of dance skill is this?
Fang Yan asked: "Want to learn moonwalking?"
"I want to learn! I want to learn! Teacher Fang, can you teach me how to dance this dance?" Mike's eyes burst out with a burning light.
Coach, I want to play basketball, no, learn to dance!
(End of this chapter)